I’m a retired actor, failed DJ, rubbish musician, anxious stand-up comic, cat owning dog psychologist, master of screenwriting, husband, father, and maybe your new favourite distraction.

An ex-pat Manc living among Scousers. I was evicted and made redundant in the week of my 21st birthday. I packed three days worth of clothes along with my guitar and moved to the Pool of Life, nearly two decades later I’m still paddling.